Mouse and Dragon (15 page)

Aelliana blinked.

"Tiatha is my daughter," she said. "Fosters she at—with?—Lydberg."

"Maybe she'd like to come for a visit," Anne said, as they reached the patio.

Aelliana bit her lip. It was certainly possible that her daughter might like to visit; she could not say. The probability of such a visit, however, was . . . very slim. Lydberg must surely have a controlling interest in Mizel's nursery by now; the temporary arrangement between cousin-houses had long since become permanent. Tiatha would think of herself as a daughter of Clan Lydberg, which had cared for her and educated her, and would in time require duty from her . . . 

"Now, would you like tea, or would you rather I show you to your apartment?" Anne asked. "I hope you'll like it; the windows look over the park. Sometimes in the evening, the
syka
come to graze at the treeline. And the birds! I—"

"Your pardon." Aelliana stopped. It was hard to breathe. For a heartbeat she was the woman she had been two days ago, her shoulders climbing up toward her ears, and her chest tight with misery.

"Your pardon," she said again, and took a deliberate breath, willing herself to relax. "You—are very kind, but I have rooms at Jelaza Kazone. My things—"

"All moved while we were shopping," Anne interrupted airily. "Your car was sent up, too."

Daav's hand there, Aelliana thought, and no other, gaming her as skillfully as if she were a counterchance marker. And she, the gamepiece, complicit in her own defeat, too meek to put herself before him immediately, demanding that they speak, and—
how dare he!

Aelliana swallowed, for it was not fear, but
anger
that informed her. She took a deep breath and retreated into the constraints of adult-to-adult.

"I do not wish to be rude," she said. "However, I must—I
will
return to Jelaza Kazone."

"Forgive me," Anne replied, following her into Liaden. "The delm requires yos'Galan to accommodate Korval's guest at Trealla Fantrol."

"The delm," Aelliana said, with restraint, "is in error."

It seemed to her that her tall hostess smiled then, just a little, but her answer had nothing of levity in it. "As a member of the clan, of course I am bound by the delm's word. Your apartment has been readied, and—"

A shadow moved at the door, and Er Thom yos'Galan stepped onto the patio. His first glance was for his lifemate, and betrayed concern.

"Anne? Is there a difficulty?"

"Korval's guest wishes to return to Jelaza Kazone," she said calmly.

Both winged brows lifted, and he turned gravely to Aelliana.

"Scholar, the delm was most wonderfully clear: yos'Galan is to have the honor of hosting Korval's guest. Please be assured that your comfort is the first concern of our House. It is of course vexing to have only yesterday settled into one set of rooms, and be obliged immediately to resettle into another. However, that is behind you, now. I hope and trust that you will find your apartment here to be everything that is convivial."

"I am grateful to the House for its care," Aelliana said, careful to keep her voice steady. "I—beg you forgive my lack of address, and honor me by accepting plain words."

"Certainly, Scholar," he murmured. "Korval is no stranger to plain speaking."

"Plainly, then, sir: As much as the care of the House warms me, I do not wish to guest here—nor am I persuaded that Daav wishes it! I must return to Jelaza Kazone and—and speak with him. I fear—it is possible that his delm has measured with a heavy hand, and precipitously."

"Ah." Er Thom yos'Galan shared another glance with his lifemate. "The Code does tell us that the guest is sacrosanct, and that it is the duty of the House to meet the guest's reasonable desires," he said.

"So I have also been taught," Anne agreed.

"We should scarcely care to disoblige the Code, or the guest." He bowed, sweet as a flower dancing on its stem. "I will myself drive you to Jelaza Kazone. Do you leave immediately?"

Relief washed through her so strongly that she feared her knees would fail.

"Yes," she said, and cleared her throat. "Immediately."

Er Thom yos'Galan paused as they came into the garage, his bright head cocked to one side.

"
This
is the car that Daav put at your disposal?"

Aelliana moved her shoulders, impatient to be away. "He had said the blue car, but, truly, sir, this is the first I have seen it." Her voice carried an edge unbecoming to a guest. She took a breath and inclined her head. "I hope that it is not improper," she added.

He seemed to shake himself, and awarded her a grave smile. "Not in any way improper, Pilot; and it is, since you are too nice to ask, a very good car. It was our mother's. But, come! I see you are in haste to return to Daav.

"Of course you understand that the duty of the delm is to care for and solve for those of the clan," he said some few minutes later, as they turned onto the valley road. "It is an uncomplicated
melant'i
, though stern, and with a tendency toward avarice. Therefore, it is the duty and privilege of we who respect the delm, but who hold Daav in our hearts, to be vigilant on his behalf, and ensure that Korval takes no more than the clan needs, and not so much that Daav withers and becomes nothing more than the demands of duty."

Aelliana swallowed, staring at the Tree, the clouds of evening tangled in its tall branches. Her anger had not yet cooled—a novel sensation. And yet, she recalled suddenly, in the days before her marriage and the damage done, she had owned a temper, and had sometimes defied Ran Eld from what their mother had styled as wildness, and her grandmother as high spirits. Still, it would not do, if her first words to her erring copilot were hard. She ought at least to—

"Wait," she said, turning to look at Daav's brother. "What if he will not see me?"

"He'll see you," Er Thom said, as the car crested the hill, and began the race down toward Jelaza Kazone. "If you will allow me, Pilot—plain speaking may serve you very well here." He glanced over, bestowing another of his grave smiles upon her.

"I fear the delm often measures Daav's portion with a heavy hand. Perhaps you may find a way to leaven that."

Aelliana considered him closely, this man who shared his soul and counted it a gift, and who was held dear—very dear—by his brother.

"Perhaps I may," she said.

* * *

There was no reason for him to be sitting in his office, with the lights dimmed and the screen dark. Such Korval business as demanded the delm's personal attention was retired, and he expected no outburst of emergency. Indeed, the emergencies of the last two days were enough to sustain him well into the next quarter.

He should, he told himself, rise, rid himself of his business clothes and—do something. Work in the garden, perhaps; or there was that business of Kiladi's yet to be concluded. Or—he might call Clonak and propose a night on the port.

Alas, that last was ill-thought, for it brought him 'round again to the sad certainty that Clonak, possessed of the most susceptible heart on the planet, had irrevocably given it to Aelliana.

"That's two of us struck," he murmured, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes. "And neither fit to comfort the other."

He sighed, and opened his eyes.

"Really, Daav—such melodrama. Stand up, do, and take a turn around the grounds."

After a moment, he did rise, and was halfway to the door when it opened, quite suddenly, admitting a slice of brighter light from the hallway along with his brother, Aelliana herself at his shoulder.

It was quite ridiculous, the way his heart stuttered, and his eyes filled. And it was everything he could do, not to step forward and sweep her into an embrace as she passed Er Thom, striding into the room as if she had every right to be there.

Which, gods help him, she did.

Three steps away, Aelliana paused, her face turned up to his, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her jacket. Chest tight, eyes burning, Daav looked past her, to where Er Thom stood, relaxed but unsmiling, in the doorway.

"Would you care to explain yourself?" he asked, his voice harsh in his own ears.

Er Thom inclined his head. "Korval's guest asked to be brought to Jelaza Kazone, so that she might speak with Daav. As this request is in all ways reasonable, I am delighted to bring her to you."

Delight—well, and so it could be. Er Thom had previously demonstrated a willingness to put aside his delm's word. Nor did either of them, both trained to hold Korval, in case one should fall—neither of them entertained an appropriate respect for the delm.

"What he does not say," Aelliana said in her clear, fine voice, "is that I was quite rude. I don't know how I shall ever show Anne my face again. However, I am prepared to be rude again, for I will not leave here until you and I have spoken on my topic."

That was plainly said, Daav allowed; and plainer still was the determination that informed her stance, her shoulders, and the angle of her chin.

"There is no need to deplete your entire store of rudeness in one evening," he said, not quite as mildly as he had intended. He glanced to Er Thom. "Pray, await Pilot Caylon in the library."

Er Thom bowed—honor-to-the-delm, damn him—and departed, closing the door quietly behind him.

It was scarcely latched when she launched her first strike.

"Why did you send me away?"

He sighed, and flung out his hands, speaking the plain truth, as copilot and as lifemate.

"Because it is dangerous for you to remain here. I cannot allow you to reside in peril."

"So you sent me away without even discussing it? Have I no choice in how much peril I will accept?"

"Aelliana, last night I overruled you—utterly. Surely you don't wish to wager your will."

"It is my will and my wager," she snapped, stepping forward into the pool of light cast by the desk lamp. Her eyes were was green as glass, and as sharp. "What right have you to take them from me?"

He raised his hands—and let them fall.

"No right," he said quietly. "My reason is that I love you and—"

"You do not love me!" she interrupted. "It is the woman I was two days gone that you love—craven, shaking, and in need of protection!"

Shock chilled him, followed hard by anger.

"I beg your pardon, but you will not tell me whom I love—or why!"

Aelliana's eyes widened, but she did not step back—and that, he thought distantly, was well. It was ill-done to run from a Dragon.

"You may not defame my lady, nor call her craven. Frightened she may have been, but craven she never was! She pressed on and did what was needful, with courage and generosity. Her care of her comrades, her joy in flight, her gallantry—how could I not love her? And if she was frail, she grew stronger with every new sun, and I never doubted it, that she would do what she had set herself—learn Terran, master her ship, and shake the dust of Liad from her wings!" He took a breath, deliberately cooling his anger.

"I know my heart, Aelliana."

"And now I know mine." She stepped forward, and extended a hand. "I loved you two days ago, if I dared not name it. I love you all the more now that I allow myself to know what it is that I feel. If we are, in fact, lifemates, then what is left us is to consider how best to run this board between us. Separating us solves nothing, and only wounds both."

"Dare I risk my will overtaking yours, even once more?" He blinked the tears away. "Aelliana, the peril here is all yours!"

"Then the choice to wager—how much and how far—is also mine."

"No," he said, quietly. "It is mine. I hold the power."

He took a breath. "It is plain that the link between us has been damaged. My brother describes a free flow of emotion and thought between his lady and himself. What we see between us is that I—whom the Healers have already declared overloud—broadcast to you, wiping your signal out. I—" He paused, lifting a hand as the idea broke upon him.

"Daav?"

"How if I ask the Healers to block me? Then you would be in no danger."

"But I would lose the joy of . . . hearing your signal," she said slowly. "And it
is
a joy, new as it is to me. I propose a method of slow study." She stepped forward, one hand reaching for his.

He sidestepped, slipping away from her grasp like smoke.

"Be wary! Here is good reason for fear."

"I am not afraid of you!" she cried, her anger sparking truth from him, like flame from a firestone.

"Aelliana, sometimes
I
am afraid of me!"

She paused, and he thought that sense had at last won through. Then she shook her head, Terran-wise, and smiled.

"That's as may be,
van'chela
. I beg, however, that you will do me the honor of allowing me to love you, fearsome as you are. Please, let us at least try my method. If you see that I am overruled and lost, then you must disengage, as you did last evening. I depend upon you for this, for you will be able to see when I cannot. Is that a bargain?"

He licked his lips, scarcely able to look at her. His love, his lifemate. His pilot.

"What do you propose?" he whispered.

"Sit," she said, pointing to his reading chair, over near the window. "My neck is quite cricked from staring up at you."

"Very well." He did as he was bid and looked up at her, with eyebrows raised.

"Good," Aelliana said. "Now, what I propose is very simple. I will touch you, and take time to listen to your signal, so that I may learn to differentiate. Once I am able to know your signal as distinct from my own, then I believe the level of risk for both of us decreases by a factor of six."

It was the sort of calculation that Aelliana might very well do, he thought. More than that, she might have a point. Certainly last evening they had taken no leisurely course to pleasure, but had tumbled helter-skelter into passion, each half-blinded with need. Well they might try this more modest approach, and he would do what he might to make the course less dangerous yet.

He took a breath, preparatory to activating the Rainbow.

"You will please not use any of the skills you have to calm or distance yourself from me," Aelliana said.